Leaning in for another kiss, pushing me down onto the bed. She sat over top of me, and smiled once again as she slowly slid down allowing me inside he...r. The grip, the tightness, the softness, the warmth as my cock slowly slid fully into her. She was crying.“Sarah?” I was terrified.She wiped away the tears, as the last inch entered her, she brought her face to mine, “Ryan, I love you.”I smiled, “I love you, too.”From then on as she rode up and down, I experienced every inch of her insides,. Her long brunette hair is loose but swept back over her shoulders, untied but it looks almost as if it has been trained to stay in place. Her face is light on make-up, narrow, and delicate. Her clothing stylish but professional – a jacket and skirt combination, with a fitted white blouse that suggests she has a rather good figure.Once we are up close to her, she speaks. Scottish, but highly educated to the point that there are only a few words that give any hint of where she’s from.“Hello .... " I knew there would be a catch coming. "You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won't send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?"I had to agree, lest my reputation be soiled around school. Not that I would have turned them down anyway, serving these two studs would be a. In their normal state they would be completely unaware that the club even existed, as they would never be returned to their normal state while at the club. It would be a strict requirement that all new members had to comply with, due to the illicit sex that would be going on at the club. Besides performing their sexual duties, the females would serve as hostesses to the men.While the wives and daughters could be scantily dressed, with no bra or panties, no actual nudity would be allowed.